Every evening, at sunset-time, hundreds of bats fly out of Cubbon Park to dot the sky in a silent drama that never fails to fascinate you. To be there, under the bare rain-trees, and see them fly out silently against the darkening blue sky, in wave after wave.
Today watched them gather at the fruiting silk cotton tree.
Don't have a camera great enough to capture that movement, so just go see it yourself. In this season, 6.30 PM, the gate next to UB City.
Go. And tell me about it.